I worked early today. During a lunch break, I thought about the magical and horrible charm of the internet. I remember - when it was 1995 I started "touching" the internet (the first website I had accessed was a Japanese famous musician, Motoharu Sano's site.) After that, in 1997 I built my first website, and... a long life with the net passed actually until now (therefore, TBH I know how it was when people started using "Twitter".)
In my 20s and 30s (oh, over a decade!) I had become a heavy net user. Every day, after my work, I dived into the vast sea of information (in a way, I had almost been drown in that sea.) At that period, all I had dreamed of was just to become bigger, and stronger than others in the virtual society. Becoming famous/popular, becoming influential, etc - I started a blog of memes/news actually to try to be a leader who even "enlightens" other people.
About this, I can't tell you any clear stories which can lead you to any valuable conclusions. But, looking at the footsteps, I can say this to you a simple truth I have got - The internet is actually a sweet friend of yours in this digital era because it is really useful for us to live in this complicated world. I won't deny that. But, also I need to recognize this fact carefully, which is simply this: the virtual world has been developed from (or "according to") this real world's vital, human relationships/connections. Although this expression must not suit the English language environment, I use these words - this real world must have its "physical", and "sweaty" touch, therefore precious.
Today was World Autism Awareness Day, therefore I wore my blue shirt. Autism... this concept must be a lifelong soulmate for me (at least, I must not deny this fact.) Once, I tried to think about various things (about light novels, Haruki's novels, etc.) from a completely distant stage, another detention from my life. Now, I believe that I need to accept this myself - this uncool old guy who had suffered from autism.
This evening, aside from the current book I am reading, I picked some pages of Shunsuke Tsurumi's (a famous Japanese critic/philosopher) book again. Oh, the life like a diligent student of a college...
